The Sinless Lamb

June 25, 2014 & August 18, 2015

The Sinless Lamb

Upon Thy Head the crown

With thorns, as stood around

The ones who should

Receive the good

You did, yet mocked and frowned.

Thy shoulders bore the weight,

(For sin God has such hate!),

To God You cried,

Yielded, and died,

Where on Thee hung man’s fate.

Thy shadow-loving friends

Thought they had seen the end:

“He has met death.”

With Thy last breath

Man’s judgment did rescind.

A place was newly hewn,

(‘Twas but a borrowed tomb),

Where laid my LORD,

But by His Word,

Three days found an empty room.

The women came that morn

To anoint Him and to mourn

But found instead

Our Lord not dead!

He all Death’s pow’r had torn!